Happy Thorsday!
Am I ever a mess!
I get a text every morning from the bank telling me the balance. I saw my balance and thought that ain’t right. I scrolled back and saw my pay had been deposited. My son’s check too. I’m a little confused as to why we got paid a day early.
So, I’m telling my friend at the park and he says the banks are closed tomorrow. I said why? He said it’s a holiday. I said what holiday? Wondering why the Friday a week before Christmas is a holiday. He says Christmas Eve. I said, no, that’s next weekend.
OH!
I’m a week off.
I even have a doggie advent calendar and I know there are only two days left in it, and I know the dates are in the 20s, yet somehow it still hasn’t clicked in my brain - It’s Christmas!
I’m a mess.
It was a cold 23 degrees at the park this morning. We still had five people and seven dogs, including Barky. Barky wasn’t too terrible today, and it helped that some of the people were helping out to irk with Barky to get her to stop barking so much.
Got my stomach all in knots over nothing. I’ve been dreading the blowup, but maybe it will there won’t be one.
Except somebody else noticed she doesn’t pick up after her dogs, so there may be a blow up over that.
I need to talk to a friend today. We were talking last night and she mentioned that she bought some furniture at an auction. Then she said that she was worried that it won’t fit in her car and then she remembered that I have a truck, so problem solved, she will just borrow my truck. I thought, well, I don’t really want to, but she has been a good friend to me, so I guess I can do that. Then she says so Sunday night you can bring your truck over and leave it and you can take my car.
My mouth didn’t open, I was too taken aback, but my brain is screaming NO! NO! NO!
I am not comfortable driving other peoples’ cars, and NOBODY drives my truck. NOBODY!
I just don’t do that.
I don’t let family drive it. When OAOASO asked to borrow it, the answer was NO! He’s a trucker, he can drive anything, and no, he is not driving my truck.
Anytime somebody has asked to borrow my truck, my answer is, I’ll drive you.
I know my son will be driving it when he gets a license, and I will hate every minute of it, until he gets his own car.
Have a safe trip VanGo
Hope all goes according to plans BooFae
I hear you MetalMouse, my house is very quiet. I can enjoy a noisy and chaotic house for a little while, but then I want my quiet back. I hate when people have the TV on during a visit. I came to see them, not watch TV.
Whatever you do, don’t replace hazelnuts with Brazil nuts. My uncle just recovered from selenium poisoning from eating too many Brazil nuts.
Unknown, has you husband ever watched cats play? That little bit of hair pulled out by the double-sided tape is nothing compared to what two cats will do to each other.
I’m rather afraid if I ever get a house cleaner, I will want to impress them with my own cleaning skills. Which are hardly impressive.
I need somebody to come in and do the heavy stuff and the stuff that needs a step ladder.
I still look at
this house
and droll over all the woodwork.
Then I remember you have to clean all the woodwork, and all those cuts and carvings are nothing more than beautiful dust collectors.
It’s not practical for me, more house than we need. more irk that I need to do, and it needs irk.
I just hope it gets an owner that appreciates it, and not somebody who is going to cut it up and make apartments out of it.